| I’ma pull out my knife or rifle
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| I’m a polite psycho, it’s a full out cycle
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| of a trifle life, cops can suck my cock if they don’t like us I hang around prospects strikers bikers
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| Cruel in a duel, a bull fuelled with nitrous
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| Oxide thoughts fly by like a rock slide
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| Not a far cry from a glorified barfly
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| Horrified when you hear this warrior’s war cry
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| Four out of five dentists recommend that you support Swollen Members
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| Get it? |
| People get their teeth knocked in But some of them will get dentures don’t keep talkin
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| While they sleep walkin, I’m always on their mind
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| Stressed cause I’m successful and on the grind
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| Look no ones secretly behind or under this
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| Its independant bitch I funded it Does that answer your fucking question? |
| No one owns our shit but us This is independant man, don’t worry who I hang out with man
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| Just mind your own fucking business
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| you can’t even control whats really on my mind
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| shut your mouth mind your business
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| I’m a juggernaut, you’re not — you don’t want it And you don’t want us to rock your knot
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| You don’t call us if you got some thoughts
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| You just call us to rock the spot, demolish and pop your top
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| So whassup? |
| I don’t do shit to mock you dawg
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| You doin that by yourself cause you not too hot
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| Now the fat cats run around and copy each other like CD-R's
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| We don’t, cause we be stars
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| See these scars? |
| They didn’t appear by themselves
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| on my knuckles cause motherfuckers wouldn’t keep to themselves
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| When I was younger always havin to defend myself
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| I was out there doin it with nobody else
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| Until I met a couple cats, set a couple raps
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| Got a plan together how to get a couple snaps
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| Flashback to now, we got a whole operation
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| But wouldn’t if we didn’t have a whole lot of patience
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| you can’t even absorb what’s really on my mind
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| shut your mouth mind your business
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| Well you trippin if you think I’m gonna sit on this couch
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| And tell this shrink what my deeply rooted problems about
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| The words out my mouth like acts of vengeance
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| From the blackest dungeons in a mass abundance
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| We move together like shadows and figures
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| We strike when we like, with a mind like the Gravediggaz
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| Painted pictures and still photography
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| Movin images, reverse psychology
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| You should here what they call me when I leave the cypher
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| A nut case, a coo coo, a loo or cypher
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| When I talk on the beat, hot hot heat
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| Shotgun trackmeat please come compete
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| One lap to go before the cartridge blow
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| Hot headed and dreaded with an incredible arsenal
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| I kick back and witted in record time
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| And who’da thought Id have alot of this shit locked in my mind
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| you can’t even absorb what’s really on my mind
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| shut your mouth mind your business |